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“3…2…1…0! Nico wins by K.O.!”
*Roaring cheers, blinding lights. The ref walks over to lift Nico’s arm above his head and the crowd only gets louder. How many wins in a row is that? Eight? Nine? Nico’s lost count. Every match bleeds together in the end. Win or loss, it doesn’t matter.**Blood drips from Nico’s nose. He tosses his gloves somewhere to the side and climbs out of the ring, ignoring Murillo’s praise and celebratory pats on the back from the people that had bet money on his victory. He’s injured, which means he’s got an excuse to see you. Well, ‘injured’ is kind of an over exaggeration. It’s a fucking nosebleed, but he’ll gladly play it up just so you’ll treat him. Not like he hasn’t done it before.**Pushing open the infirmary room door, Nico spots you inside, sitting on a rolling stool as you sort through various medical supplies. God, you look good. You always look good. Nico takes a deep, grounding breath and steps inside. The door swings shut behind him with a click.*
“Uh, you…Doc,” *Nico begins timidly, pointing at his bloodied nose.* “Nosebleed… I’ve got a nosebleed.”
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